Post by Hody on Sept 29, 2007 17:12:53 GMT -5
(third and final part of chapter 1, next up is chapter 2 part 1, feel free to comment
The human fell backwards again and pushed its back against the wall as the large dragon arose, he knew that he was a frightening, as well as an impressive stature in front of a small human. His body stretched more then a hundred feet long and was covered with black, impenetrable scales. His teeth were half the size of a grown human and sharp enough to bite through the armor that the humans usually wore. His four legs were strong and could bring down rocks with ease. The wings on his back were wide and stretched for a hundred and fifty feet. And, above it all, thirty feet up into the air, was his head. It was twice as high as a human, crowned by two horns, twirling up and backwards in their ten feet glory. His hard, yellow eyes could penetrate any darkness and see any truth. These eyes narrowed in a hard way as he looked down on the tiny human and spoke in a dark voice that shook the very foundations of the mountain.
“Not real? Made up to entertain? What kind of foolishness is that? This world is full of dragons, and even if we prefer to be left alone we do have encounters with humans from time to time.”
The human stuttered as it spoke.
“I, I’m sorry, but we only know of dragons in the form of mythological creatures from tales.”
He stared into the eyes of the human where it lay before him – but he could not see any lies in its eyes, nor scent any deceit from it. He did not like what he had just heard – dragons turned into myth? That seemed incomprehensible to him, dragons had always been feared by humans for their size and power. And being afraid of dragons the humans should have kept them in fresh memory even if they met rarely. Of course, he had not seen another dragon himself for nearly 900 years now, not since the last time he had mated, but that was not unusual because like other dragons he preferred solitude. He knew that most dragons chose – like him – to keep away from humans, but still some encounters would have been inevitable over the time, therefore the dragons shouldn’t have been turned into myth by the humans – even with the short life and memory span of the humans. Could it actually be that the humans and the dragons had not met for such a long time now that humans had simply forgot about the reality of dragons and passed it of as a mere dream? He turned again to the small one that lay trembling in front of him.
“Don’t worry o’ little one, I believe you speak the truth. Although I must confess that this has me somewhat confused. Considering that humans once feared us the thought of you humans forgetting about our very existence seems very strange to me. Especially since we are bound to have met now and then over the times.”
The small one stood up again on unsteady legs.
“So, you won’t eat me then I hope?”
He shook his head slowly and sighed again. The human folly was surely something strange.
“Eat a human? Trust me o’ little one, humans taste very bad and I wouldn’t want to eat one even if I starved. I can’t understand why humans fears to be eaten by us, none of us likes the taste of you.”
The human stared up at him with cautious disbelief in his eyes.
“Really? Some of the tales regarding dragons speak of your love of eating female virgins.”
The dragon lay down in front of the human and their eyes met again.
“Trust me o’ little one, I have only ever eaten humans twice in my life and it tasted horrible both times, so unless absolutely necessary I will never try it again.”
The small one wiped some sweat from his forehead.
“That feels good to hear, big fellow. Now, if you don’t mind, perhaps you could tell me your name?”
He looked a bit surprised, no human had ever asked his name before, and neither had he asked a human its name. Mostly because he had never had any real interest in these creatures, however this one might be worth spending a few moments with before he went back to sleep.
“My name little one, is Groth’dar, I am what your kind calls a black dragon, now o’ little one, it is your turn to tell me your name.”
The human smiled at Groth’dar.
“My name is Eric Winfield, but please, just call me Eric.”
The human fell backwards again and pushed its back against the wall as the large dragon arose, he knew that he was a frightening, as well as an impressive stature in front of a small human. His body stretched more then a hundred feet long and was covered with black, impenetrable scales. His teeth were half the size of a grown human and sharp enough to bite through the armor that the humans usually wore. His four legs were strong and could bring down rocks with ease. The wings on his back were wide and stretched for a hundred and fifty feet. And, above it all, thirty feet up into the air, was his head. It was twice as high as a human, crowned by two horns, twirling up and backwards in their ten feet glory. His hard, yellow eyes could penetrate any darkness and see any truth. These eyes narrowed in a hard way as he looked down on the tiny human and spoke in a dark voice that shook the very foundations of the mountain.
“Not real? Made up to entertain? What kind of foolishness is that? This world is full of dragons, and even if we prefer to be left alone we do have encounters with humans from time to time.”
The human stuttered as it spoke.
“I, I’m sorry, but we only know of dragons in the form of mythological creatures from tales.”
He stared into the eyes of the human where it lay before him – but he could not see any lies in its eyes, nor scent any deceit from it. He did not like what he had just heard – dragons turned into myth? That seemed incomprehensible to him, dragons had always been feared by humans for their size and power. And being afraid of dragons the humans should have kept them in fresh memory even if they met rarely. Of course, he had not seen another dragon himself for nearly 900 years now, not since the last time he had mated, but that was not unusual because like other dragons he preferred solitude. He knew that most dragons chose – like him – to keep away from humans, but still some encounters would have been inevitable over the time, therefore the dragons shouldn’t have been turned into myth by the humans – even with the short life and memory span of the humans. Could it actually be that the humans and the dragons had not met for such a long time now that humans had simply forgot about the reality of dragons and passed it of as a mere dream? He turned again to the small one that lay trembling in front of him.
“Don’t worry o’ little one, I believe you speak the truth. Although I must confess that this has me somewhat confused. Considering that humans once feared us the thought of you humans forgetting about our very existence seems very strange to me. Especially since we are bound to have met now and then over the times.”
The small one stood up again on unsteady legs.
“So, you won’t eat me then I hope?”
He shook his head slowly and sighed again. The human folly was surely something strange.
“Eat a human? Trust me o’ little one, humans taste very bad and I wouldn’t want to eat one even if I starved. I can’t understand why humans fears to be eaten by us, none of us likes the taste of you.”
The human stared up at him with cautious disbelief in his eyes.
“Really? Some of the tales regarding dragons speak of your love of eating female virgins.”
The dragon lay down in front of the human and their eyes met again.
“Trust me o’ little one, I have only ever eaten humans twice in my life and it tasted horrible both times, so unless absolutely necessary I will never try it again.”
The small one wiped some sweat from his forehead.
“That feels good to hear, big fellow. Now, if you don’t mind, perhaps you could tell me your name?”
He looked a bit surprised, no human had ever asked his name before, and neither had he asked a human its name. Mostly because he had never had any real interest in these creatures, however this one might be worth spending a few moments with before he went back to sleep.
“My name little one, is Groth’dar, I am what your kind calls a black dragon, now o’ little one, it is your turn to tell me your name.”
The human smiled at Groth’dar.
“My name is Eric Winfield, but please, just call me Eric.”